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International date night with my mama. Without even leaving the ‘burbs.

Dinner at my all-time favorite restaurant, Mirage, then The Last Station at LeFont Sandy Springs, my favorite movie theater.

I really enjoyed The Last Station. You never hear me say this (because what do I know from acting?), but what great performances by Cpt. von Trapp, Helen Mirren, Giamatti, and especially that wonderful James McEvoy, who looks like Nick.

I knew Tolstoy was worshiped in his motherland, but I didn’t know any of this stuff about Tolstoyans, or his fabulously crazy wife. I should have, I suppose, because MW has at times been so obsessed with “the Russians” that you would think she knows them all personally. After the movie she gave me a great primer on what it left out and what happened next and where it all fits into Russian history. Hell, all I know is I wanted Anna to throw herself under that train about 200 pages sooner than the bitch did.


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Triple eggplant!


Dinner at Mirage is what started this whole blog endeavor, isn’t it? (That, or Kyle’s beets.) Tonight I had my fix: lentil and eggplant stew. Plus the eggplant dip with the tomatoes. And of course the reason I went, that most orgasmic of dishes, kashk-e bademjan.  Ode to a mixture of roasted eggplant, caramelized onions and kashk. According to Nader, who very patiently taught me to pronounce the dish, kashk is a sort of Iranian whey that has no local substitute and gives the dish its richness. 


We have a good number of people originally from Iran on either side of the river here, and there are four Persian restaurants in the several-mile stretch between Abernathy Road and 285 on Roswell Road. Each has its own niche to recommend it, but Mirage is my favorite because it’s casual and friendly  . . .  and they have the best kashk-e bademjan.

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Mirage at 45

But we sat outside on the sidewalk

But we sat outside on the sidewalk

Did I use Jane’s 45th birthday as an excuse for a fix of kashk-o-bademjan? Maybe . . . it is one of my favorite things on the planet. Eggplant, caramelized onions, whey. Plus a the jewel of rice dishes with orange, berries, nuts, saffron. What could be better? I love Mirage, and so does Jane, but it was maybe not Ev’s favorite.


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